Quotes About Essence

Qué significado tiene la palabra «verdadero» cuando se refiere a un rostro? Solo las almas son verdaderas y cuando las sueltas al aire se desvanecen,

Akiva supo que ella era su álef, su verdad y su comienzo. Su alma.

Love is an element (Akiva)

Soul is what matters. Flesh is vessel.

Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element.

What are you?" he asked. Not who, but what.

Kärlek är en lyxvara. - Nej. Kärlek är ett naturelement. Ett naturelement. Som luften man andades och jorden man stod på (s. 326).

El amor es un lujo. - No. El amor es un elemento.

No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.

You matter.

Toleration is in itself the essence of Christianity, and the very point which the founder of it most peculiarly enjoined.

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?

You see, I do not want a body without a heart.

Dead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.

Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame.

We're all just running around being exactly what we are.

It was her life. I mean, a person's life. It's all you've got. It's everything. Without it, you're . . . well, you're not. You're literally not anything.

First, the avid student must be aware that when the world was young it knew only seven things: water, life and death, salt, night, birds and the length of an hour.

She was ... unhappy. It was part of her, you could not separate her from it. She was sad the way a horse is strong or a bird flies.

I can't even say her name. She doesn't even have a name. She is she . She is her . She possesses the pronoun so completely that no one else can touch it. There is only one her in the great stinking gas giant of my heart, fifty feet high. She is a giantess. I am no one. Well, not "no one". I am Anchises St. John. But I am no one's him .

A body can only deliver up the truth its bones know, Its blood, which is its history.

You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. You lie at the bottom of my being and gnaw upon my roots.

I knew that the Name was still with him, animating his soul, even as his body failed.

What I do is me, for that I came.